Elves are said to be girly, elves are said to be gay. What does this popular opinion stem from? Hardly their lack of facial hair. Note: Not quite a new take, but something to think about.
Growren are bear like people, who appear much like Giant Teddy Bears… and are as about as smart.
The Khor are a monsterous and violent race that can grow to great size.
These are Elves of a different sort. Not quite a new take. The HighFather is the father of all his race. He is immortal, powerful, and a strong physical presence. His memory is quite powerful- it is the races way of immortality - to be remembered by the HighFather.
I was spending some time reading some Rune Quest, Changeling, and Castle Falkenstein material and remembered why I hated most of the Trolls found in the majority of “Psuedo Medival, Eurpoeanesk Fantasies”. So once again, I charged up my rant muscles and….
A new Take on Dwarves should hit the following key points Short (After all Dwarf means a short person), Underground (traditional living arrangements), Artificers (Maker of things, use of forge), and Good Combatant. They don’t have to be short vikings.
When looking for an Orc substitute in a campaign, one should think about just a violent ethnic group of people. Huns, Goths, Visigoths, Franks, and Mongols, have all the same campaign effect of Orcs and other “monster races” that fight in large groups/ hordes. And it has the added bonus of people not being able take the moral high ground when they kill an intelligent being… because it is a people… not just a worthless Orc.
Let me just say I HATE DROW. The DnD anti-elves really annoy the heck out of me. They are annoying two hit die monsters. They have become hugely popular because of some well written DnD fiction books. Yet, they don’t make sense. So lets try again.
Named after some Oldthings by the early colonists, these large, even by Kerrenese standards, these iridescent insects are a common sight everywhere in the world.
The undead horror shambled forward. Peaking out from under its tattered leather armor is a roll of slick smelly maggot worms.
These creatures have the uncanny ability to feel the ripples of magic, so they travel through planes, rather than distance to find food.
“Look at the woods. There must be dozens of giant spiders here! We are so in trouble. ”
These little buggers are the bane and blessing of adventurers. If you find a location with lots of ogone’s, you know there is magic and magical treasure about. However, since the average adventurer has more magic items than the normal area, the flies will hang around the adventurer and their items.
These people could exist on a world with mythical elves, as they are not another race… they are humans. They are an ethnic group that is far removed from “normal” human stock. They have many traits (physical and cultural) that make them very different. Given Lyran culture and ways, if the Lyrans “went away”, a few hundred years later people would think of Lyrans the same way as we think of Elves… some strange mythical peoples.
The name for and the tree itself come from a land far away. The name means Long Wall in some foreign tongue. It is representative on how these trees grown.
Samhain’s kiss is an blue starlike flower that signals the end of period of bounty and the period of loss. It is also symbolically linked to “the other side” and is used in a number of traditions.
A careful forester keeps an eye out for the Orc Rose. The presence of Orc Roses in an area often shows that Orcs have been, or are, in the area. This way they can avoid suprises.
“Evil” often infests swamp. This tree thrives when the other plants wither under the presence of true Evil. However, this is not an evil plant, but a land healing one as nature attempts to reclaim its own.
Fydre tried to destroy cities and return people to the Green in his lifetime. His “curse” attempts to drive people out of the cities.
There are times at night when you think the evil tree spirits are out to get you. They open their eyes. They reach for you, grasping for your soul. When you try to run, the very ground rebels, you trip and fall, often finding the branches reaching for you in the night air.
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?